The Abencerrage : Canto II. (Felicia Dorothea Hemans Poems)
Fair land! of chivalry the old domain,Land of the vine and olive, lovely Spain!Though not for thee with classic shores ...
Fair land! of chivalry the old domain,Land of the vine and olive, lovely Spain!Though not for thee with classic shores ...
Lonely and still are now thy marble halls,Thou fair Alhambra! there the feast is o'er;And with the murmur of thy ...
Heroes of elder days! untaught to yield,Who bled for Spain on many an ancient field;Ye, that around the oaken cross ...
Courage was cast about her like a dressOf solemn comeliness,A gathered mind and an untroubled faceDid give her dangers grace. ...
'Midst Tivoli's luxuriant glades,Bright-foaming falls, and olive shades,Where dwelt, in days departed long,The sons of battle and of song,No tree, ...
'Among many nations was there no King like him.' -Nehemiah, xiii, 26. 'Know ye not that there is a ...
…….."This is to be a mortal,And seek the things beyond mortality!" ~ Manfred.Thy voice prevails — dear friend, my gentle ...
And is not love in vain, Torture enough without a living tomb? ...
Fear! I'm a Greek, and how should I fear death?A slave, and wherefore should I dread my freedom?I will not ...
What deep wounds ever clos'd without a scar?The heart's bleed longest, and but heal to wearThat which disfigures it. ...
……………….SometimesThe young forgot the lessons they had learnt,And lov'd when they should hate, like thee, Imelda! ~ Italy, a PoemPassa ...
She knelt in prayer. A stream of sunset fellThro' the stain'd window of her lonely cell,And with its rich, deep, ...
To die for what we love! Oh! there is powerIn the true heart, and pride, and joy, for this;It is ...
Fall'n was the House of Giafar; and its name,The high romantic name of Barmecide,A sound forbidden on its own bright ...
My child, my child, thou leav'st me!??"I shall hearThe gentle voice no more that blest mine earWith its first utterance; ...
A sound of music, from amidst the hills,Came suddenly, and died; a fitful soundOf mirth, soon lost in wail.??"Again it ...
A youth went forth to exile, from a homeSuch as to early thought gives images,The longest treasur'd, and most oft ...
A WAIL was heard around the bed, the death-bed of the young,Amidst her tears the Funeral Chant a mournful mother ...
Son of the stranger! wouldst thou take O'er yon blue hills thy lonely way, To reach ...
Wildly and mournfully the Indian drum On the deep hush of moonlight forests broke;"Sing us a death-song, for thine hour ...
Rest pilgrim, rest!—thou'rt from the Syrian land,Thou'rt from the wild and wondrous east, I knowBy the long-withered palm-branch in thy ...
He sat in silence on the ground, The old and haughty Czar;Lonely, tho' princes girt him round, And leaders of ...
Yes! I have seen the ancient oak On the dark deep water cast, And it was ...
Green wave the oak for ever o'er thy rest, Thou that beneath its crowning foliage sleepest,And, in the stillness of ...
Thou giv'st me flowers, thou giv'st me songs; bring backThe love that I have lost!WHAT wak'st thou, Spring? sweet voices ...
I made a mountain-brook my guide Thro' a wild Spanish glen,And wandered, on its grassy side, Far from the homes ...
And slight, withal, may be the things which bringBack on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ...
Know ye not when our dead From sleep to battle sprung?—When the Persian charger's tread On their cowering ...
There were thick leaves above me and around, And low sweet sighs like those of childhood's sleep,Amidst their dimness, and ...
Warrior! whose image on thy tomb, With shield and crested head,Sleeps proudly in the purple gloom By the stain'd window ...
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